You are not my dealer, my heart’s little guide,
Step back and be free, let your own self decide.
Control your own feelings, let them flow and roam,
Find your own way, create your own home.
Don’t sell me your sorrow, or joy wrapped in fear,
I need my own colors, my heart’s voice to hear.
So walk on your path, let your spirit take flight,
I’ll walk on my journey, and I’ll find my own light.
M.A.D. Works 